In My Dreams
by Cathy Roberts
The misty rain enshrouds the trees,
My bones ache from the chill.
My body aches from the longing,
For a warm, dry bed and you.
The sky is a deepening gray now,
The light hides from my eyes.
My horse stumbles in the darkness,
And my heart cries out for you.
Desolate and alone, I make my camp,
The damp, cold leaves are my bed.
My fire sputters from the rain,
In dreams I am always with you.